King like prison

It's almost autumn.

Xian'er has been lying in front of the small tree hole next to the door for two hours.I ran into a hare by accident and ran in there before, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement.

The old elm howled in the cold wind, and countless leaves fell, spinning around the base of the wall or hitting Xian'er who was lying on his stomach.When another gust of cold wind blew, Xian'er tightened her clothes, and ran into the house with vigor.

Although the room was much warmer, he still flung himself on Mu Ming's bed with an unhappy face.

When Mu Ming saw it, he walked over to comfort him with a pat on the head:

"You have tried your best, but that rabbit is too cunning."

"Humph!"

Xian'er angrily pushed Mu Ming's face that came over to tease him, and angrily turned his flushed face to the inside.

"Hahaha, so cute, so cute."

Mu Ming touched Xian'er's head again with interest, and read a few words.

At the beginning, Xian'er was extremely resistant to contact with people, and she would lose her temper if she accidentally touched him. Later, Mu Ming used his foodie nature to bribe him step by step, and finally got the acquiescence of occasionally "patting his head".

And this can be called Mu Ming's "joy in life".

"... Goo"

Hearing the movement in her stomach, Xian'er turned her head to look at Mu Ming with an aggrieved face.

Mu Ming smiled knowingly, got up and rummaged around, but there was only a "pastry" that was intended to make amends for the make-up apprentice, so he took it to fill Xian'er's hunger.

When we first met, Xian'er showed that he would "not eat" with actions, but later it got into his stomach, and Liu Zhuang complained for a while.This time I'm afraid I have to lose my temper a little bit.

Staring—Xian'er stared longingly at the pastry that was about to be put into Mu Ming's mouth.

"...Do you want to eat?"

Mu Ming asked the people beside him with a smile, almost all the cakes were wiped out by Xian'er, unexpectedly this last piece was still being targeted.

"what……"

As soon as Mu Ming finished speaking, Xian'er obediently opened her mouth wide and waited to be fed.

"You are conscious."

Mu Ming narrowed his eyes with a smile, and obediently turned the pastry into Xian'er's mouth.

"Aww~" Someone was as content as a sneaky cat.